With Duanmu Huai's arrival, the crisis at Bastion Fortress was temporarily resolved. The reason was simple: Duanmu Huai's earlier strike from the sky had smashed a huge fissure dozens of meters wide across the battlefield ahead. No matter how many Majin there were, they could no longer get through and could only stare helplessly.
The fortress commander also immediately began mobilizing troops and repairing the defensive lines.
As for the students, they were utterly exhausted and only recovered after sleeping for an entire day and night... It was understandable, after all. They were still children.
As for the archangel, after delivering his message, he disappeared once more without a trace. No one knew whether he had truly gone back or was hiding somewhere. Duanmu Huai did not care. The facts had once again proven that neither angels nor demons were any good. Humanity had to seize control of its own fate.
"Hero."
Just then, the fortress commander also walked up onto the wall and saluted Duanmu Huai. Toward this hero who had single-handedly annihilated an army of hundreds of thousands of demons, the commander felt nothing but awe.
"Oh, good morning. Is something wrong?"
"No, I merely wanted to thank you."
"No need."
"Not only for repelling the demon attack."
The fortress commander shook his head.
"But also for your students... To be honest, at the beginning, I truly thought we wouldn't make it. But those children really exceeded our expectations. You must understand, on a battlefield like that, even veterans could despair, or even abandon the fight out of fear. Yet those children insisted on taking part in the battle despite their pale faces and trembling hands. And it was thanks to their help that my soldiers were able to survive that near-death situation..."
"That was their own choice.